Harlequin Melodies

Harlequin melodies a trip through the night's fantasies

Where baby red roses endlessly wind

Their way through the meadows of mine sleepy mind

Gently my love come to me cool is the grass neath the tree

Soft is the sunshine that spills from the dew tiny reflections of me loving you

[ flute - strings ]

Then I wake and it's gone they say what is gone's always gone

Yet baby red roses still endlessly wind

Their way through the meadows of mine sleepy mind